Aya slapped her hands over her ears and flinched when Jake's howl pierced the air. His meaning was clear, and he was right of course. Her cluttered mind, filled with so many new thoughts and feelings, could register that much at least. It was just a question if she could get her body to cooperate with her head. With the way she was shaking, Aya doubted she could even manage to stand, let alone run away. 

But then Ann materialized in front of her, offering a hand to pull her up. Reaching up to take it, Aya struggled to her feet, only to almost collapse immediately after. But somehow she managed to stay up on her shaking legs. Head spinning at the movement, she brought a hand up to her temple, no doubt just smearing more blood around. Taking a step forward to test her footing, she was reassured to find she didn't fall over. 

Aya looked over to the young girl who'd somehow managed to escape Sebastian's massacre (for a moment she found herself mildly disappointed – she thought she'd managed to get everyone unnecessary in the attack. Then she was horrified at the alien thought invading her mind). She tried to swallow but her throat was too dry. She took a few more steps forward and held a hand out to the girl.

[color=limegreen]"Come on, sweetheart,"[/color] she managed to say, [color=limegreen]"We'll be ok, we just need to go."[/color] Aya knew she had no right to promise that when she knew for a fact [i]she[/i] wasn't ok. 

Ariadne was already heading away with Owlman's ruined body hanging over her slender shoulder, and Jake was already raring to go. That just left Camille and that hero, Spectrum. Aya knew Camille was filled with more pride than sense, but even she must've known how pointless recruitment would be if they were all dead. 

Aya turned down to see Jake, looking to him for stability as she had done for the past week. Her eyes darted over his many burns, his bleeding mouth… had she done that? Was that her fault? Her mind was too turned around to make sense of anything. Squeezing her eyes shut against the thoughts, she shook her head and wiped at the tears that stained her face. Keeping her fingers curled tightly around the small girl's hand she opened her eyes again.

[color=limegreen]"It'll be ok,"[/color] she repeated, more for herself than the little girl. With that she began following after Ariadne, as quickly as she could on her unsteady legs.

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